Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.